Morrisey at the Marquee

The Return of the Voice
I'll always remember those precious moments of when I heard Morrisey for the first time......maybe not the exact moment but there will always be a time or place that might kick off that memory.....a person you might see in a crowd that you haven't seen for years....a style...a haircut...certain types of clothes...or if your lucky it might be late at night driving home from someplace and on he comes on the wireless....maybe some obscure song that you haven't heard for years or perhaps one of his classics!!! It's these moments in time that will always remain for you as precious as any stone or gem!!
My golden moments were the ones when everyone you ever knew or respected met up on Friday night, had there few pints...then onto Sir Henrys for the kind of music that just wasn't played anywhere else!! Picture if you will the early 90's, every experience was new, every moment unusual.....why, I hear you ask?.....because you are a virgin to life...a sponge to your surroundings...everything is new and exciting....people, places & most of all, music!!!
I'd love to meet that DJ from that time...the stuff he played was so out there.....old stuff, new bands, those classic tunes everyone knew.....he just had the right mix to keep everyone happy....no mean feat with so many factions in one place!!!
Apart from all that though he would always play some ska music to liven the place up and best of all he'd played a few songs by the Smiths or from Morrisey's new album.....those first chords of 'Suedehead' always got the usual crowd of Smiths fans flouncing on the dancefloor mimicking Morrisey's unusual dance moves....innocent times indeed!!
I'm always glad to hear when Morrisey plays in Ireland, but to have him play in Cork is the cream on the pudding....right on your doorstep....no more getting the train for us Cork boy's ...all we have to do now is head down the marina....stop off in the Idle Hour for a few...a hop, a skip and where there!! That enormous tent, the buzz of the concert, more drink, seeing the old faces from Henry's ....the nod of respect, that knowing look.......after all these years he's actually here in our backyard!!
Then that short wait for The Voice' to appear, the anticipation, the understated buzz of the whole event....and then from the side of the stage he apears....the roar of the crowd as if welcoming him home at last.....he smiles at the crowd ....says a few words and hes off..!!
Hopefully in a few years we will look back at this event with a knowing nostalgia for what it was....maybe we are all still virgins to life, still soaking every drop of life and appreciating every bit of it for what it is!!!
Looking forward to the gig!!